A distorted Kewpie doll stares out from a tangle of black mass, its outline consumed by a storm of thorns and calligraphic noise. The background bleeds pure red, swallowing the figure until only its eyes remain visible, wide and unblinking.
The image reads like a corrupted logo, a cute emblem dragged through hell and left humming with static. It feels both sacred and violent, an exorcism of childhood iconography rendered in the language of metal band logos and propaganda posters.
